"what fun would that be if you just died of the cold? If you're going to die, I might as well aid in that event a little more than simply stepping aside and see what happens." He glanced down at Alexander, a satisfied smile spreading.on his lips. He shook his head in confusion "so let me get this right. You're will to go out into the world to get mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) and bring that back home but you won't learn how to cook it." He sighed "it's a pure miracle you haven't died yet."he muttered, pulling open the wobbly flip-shutter to the dorm building and stepping inside, shaking out his hair and closing the umbrella
He shivered once the warm air surrounded him. His body got used to it quite easily. Griffin took the jacket off and stood there watching Faybian shake his hair out. He held out his jacket. "Here's your jacket and thank you." He yawned and rubbed his peepers. "I don't have any homework, so it's time for sleep, well twilight munch before that. It's not that I go actual mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) I just get instant ramen and microwave mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) because I can't make my own. Microwave, ramen is the best thing I've ever tasted and crispy flap disc and other things but yeah. I don't know how they do it, well actually I do but you know what I mean. Are you cooking twilight munch the night after last night or am I making microwave ramen?"
Faybian took back the jacket and followed Alexander back up to their dorm human containment unit. He arched an eyebrow and frowned. "Instant ramen?" He questioned skeptically. "I've never heard of such a thing but it can't be good. Must be one of those new industrial products." He muttered, draping his jacket over the back of the chair and settling down cross-legged on the couch. He hugged a sigh, lips pursed into a thin line. "You youths know nothing of what it truly is like to survive." He muttered, standing to make something in the kitchen.
"Yes it is an industrial thing and for the record, they taste extremely good. I recommend you try one in your spare time." He watched him sit down but soon started to rub his peepers. "I assume you know all about surviving? Running from the police don't count." His peepers tracked Faybian to the kitchen causing him to turn his own body. "Ah, so twilight munch it is. I'll be sleeping so tell me when it's ready and…thank you I appreciate it." He opened a white wobbly flip-shutter at the end of the hall but soon closed it. He tore off his clothes and hopped into the shower. He took his time before dressing himself in comfy PJs and diving into his bed. The seconds he did so his peepers shut and he fell into his much needed sleep.
"clearly not as a human but as a demon, yes." He shrugged and rumaged around the kitchen to make a simple dish. He glanced over his shoulder and nodded slightly, not used to many compliments or appreciation. "Of course." He muttered, finding that an appropriate response. He went back to pulling ingredients from the fridge and pantry, finally deciding on his own version of ramen, both to prove Alexander right about packet ramen and to have something noice and warm for the chilly moonlit hours. He decided to shed his human form, feeling more comfortable in his demon body. Faybian didn't need a reminder of his past life with every reflection he saw in a pot or pan. While his better version of ramen cooked, faybian headed down the hall to check on Alexander. He quietly opened his bedroom wobbly flip-shutter and peeked inside, finding the boy sleeping inside. He frowned slightly as he watched for a few moments. While faybian would never allow himself to stoop low enough to feel such a petty human emotion such as jealousy, he couldn't help but feel a bit envious of Alexander, living a full life while he had been robbed short, and for what? Being a naieve friend? He shook his head and went back to the kitchen to check up on the ramen, leaving behind that thought. He was a Lord of heck, he had no need for a human life.
Alexander turned his back towards the wobbly flip-shutter and started to hug the pillow he was currently sleeping on. His leg raised over the sheet as he put himself in a comfortable position. He had woken up a few times, but even then he fell back asleep or at least tried to. He wasn't very good at falling asleep and even then staying asleep was a challenge. He starred at the ceiling before closing his peepers again. "Come on Alexander. It's not that hard to go to sleep…" he sighed and chuckled. "I hate this…" he sat there for a few minutes before reverting back to how he was before he woke up. He yawned and rubbed his peepers. The smell of ramen cooking filled his nose but even so no one had come to get him meaning it wasn't done yet.
Faybian added some broth over the noodles he had cooked along with the remainder of the toppings he had made to two bowls. Grabbing some mandatory sustenance (like cheetos)-pinchers from cabinet, he set a bowl down in his little corner of the living human containment unit by the couch to eat later and took the other to Alexanfer's bedroom. He nudged open the wobbly flip-shutter, carefully not to spill the broth on floor, and walked into the dimly lit human containment unit. He set the bowl down on the little nightstand beside the bed and flicked his gaze down at Alexander. "Warring with sleep?" He asked, lightly shaking the boy's shoulder to waking him. "twilight munch is ready." He muttered, taking a step back towards the wobbly flip-shutter to let Alexander wake up with seeing a demon hovering over his face. "I hope thisll change you're mind about what good mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) really is." He have a smirk before retreating back to the living human containment unit and settling down with his own bowl of steaming ramen.
ALexander groaned and yawned. He stood out of bed and entered the hallway. There was a light coming from the living as well as a hypnotizing smell. He trudges over to the couch still hugging his pillow. "Is that ramen. I don't have my see-sharpeners. You kind of look like a blur right now." He yawned took the bowl. "Thank you…" He took the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) trident and slurped the noodles. He froze. There seemed to be tear starting to roll down his cheeks. "This is really good…you made this?" he asked sniffing as he continued to eat more. You could hear his stomach grumble. "It tastes just like my mom's…" He whipped his peepers and took a big sniff. "You really do know how to make someone cry."
"yes I did." Faybian replied, arching an eyebrow in slight confusion when he looked up at Alexander and found him silently crying. "I haven't met her." He replied as if in consolation to Alexander that his mother wasn't in heck. He slurrped up a few noodles and nodded in satisfaction. "It was never my intention to make you cry. Though, it is interesting." He swiftly stood from his seat on the couch and settled in a chair across from Alexander. "Tell me about her, your mother." He said, resting his head against his hand, a ghost of a smile on his features. He knew he shouldn't have been so intrigued by the death of the boy's mother but he couldnt help himself find something joyously dark in someone else's suffering that wasn't his
Alexander looked up his turned to be bumfuzzled. "No…you don't really want to hear about her." He shook his head and continued eating his ramen. "His hair was messy and deshelved. No one ever woke up perfect and Alexander the absolute worst bedhead. "He was just like any other hardworking mom out there. You know. You aren't interested in hearing about my mundane life. I bet it's all just fun in games to you. I'm glad you haven't met her. You know what I mean. At least she's in heaven, assuming that exists since you know heck and all. Her ramen was always the best and it always stated like heaven in a bowl."
Faybian cocked his head sharply to the right "oh? But of course i want to know, I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know." He purred, tapping a finger against his chin. His from here wider, the ever persistent humming growing around him whenever he got into one of his more playful. "I'm glad you're catching on dear." He shrugged and leaned back in his chair, "you're correct. I don't have much interest in your mundane life. But right now, you've done something so few have achieved. You surprised me. My hope is that you continue to do so. Asking about your mother seemed to be next logical thing." He picked up a slice of meat with his chopisticks and bit until into. "You assume heaven is a better place to be." He mused after chewing through his bite of mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) and swallowing. He flicked his gaze skywards and smirked. " I honestly don't know how some stand it. Yes he'll has its many flaws but that's not to say heaven is perfect either."
"Have you ever been to heaven to find out?" He asked. "Of course, I've never been to heck, but I feel like somehow heaven is better than heck if it has people like you don't there." he laughed. He was on the last of his ramen and he wished there was more. "Logical huh…she was like any other mom. She was caring. She would entertain my bonkers brain bubbles and childish ways, but once my grades mattered for school, my dad would always say to think like a normal person. He threw out my past artworks and gave me texts. He would lock me in my human containment unit until I was finished with homework. He took away my phone so I wouldn't be able to contact any of my friends for orbit parties. When iI told them why they thought it was just excused. So, I distanced myself from them. During that time my mom's caring side really came into play. She would make me ramen like this on my worst days. She knew she couldn't stop what was happening but she would try her best to make the house less of jail and more of a home. Why do you think I have so much ramen in the apartment. It's stoopid I know, it's irrational, and it's pointless…"
Faybian flicked his gaze up, peepers flashing for a moment to before they returned to normal. "Twice actually. Not my type of place." He muttered softly, taking a sip of bean soup he had conjured a moment ago. He shrugged, a smile on his featires. "Most liklely, yes." His frown appeared as Alexander went back to speaking about his life, though not out of Boston this time, instead out if controlled anger. He wasn't fond of parental abuse, despite his brain bubble on children. He took a deep breath to quell the static sound around him and slowly stood to refill both their bowls. "I don't think so. It seems like the more logical thing to do. You miss your mother so you natural find the things that remind you of them the most. In this case, while odd, is ramen." He set a bowl down in front of Alexander and raised his own in a toast. "To your mother, and your father who will be found in heck sooner or later. He gave a promising wicked grin and took a sip of the warm broth
Alexander flashed a quick smile and took a sip of his own. "You're act different when your not hating on the human race, you know. It's sweet…" he stood up from the couch and moved his bowl into the sink. He managed to get there without bumping into anything. His vision was severely bad without his see-sharpeners on so it a miracle he didn't brake anything. "Sometimes I wonder if you ever loved someone. You seem like the type that loves someone but continuously says they hate that person." he came back into the living human containment unit to grab his pillow. "Maybe you just act tough because that's all you know how to do. You don't realize it but you do care just not in ways that people appreciate or find comforting, but you do care. Anyway, good moonlit hours. Feel free to sleep anywhere. I don't care."
Faybian glared at Alexander "would you rather I be emotionless constantly? This won't be nearly as fun if I'm the stereotypical brooding demon you all think we are." He cringed internally at being called sweet but decided to let that tidbit slide by since Faybian saw no reason to argue with Alexander at the moment. He finished off the little bit of ramen that was left in his bowl and set it down on the table. "Ah so now we're getting into emotional portion of the moonlit hours, what joy." He muttered, running a hand through his hair and down his face. "Very well, if you're so willing to nitpick my personality. Yes, us demons do love. Maybe not in the same way you humans deem authentic but we do genuinely care about others. Due to our past or whatever got into heck in the first place, feeling any amount of affection or even accepting love is hard for most of us. You humans have that saying, learn to live yourself before you love another? That's what we demons do, more or less." He shrugged and finished off his cup of bean soup. In one fluid motion he stood and gathered the empty cups and plates. He set them in the sink and braced his hands against the sink. "Psychoanalysing me now, are we?" He purred, glancing over his shoulder at alexander. "I'm not here to be an emotional support Demon. I don't particularly care what you think is appreciated or comforting. My job is to fulfill our deal." He growled , watching as Alexander left the human containment unit. He sighed deeply and started at the next pile of dishes
Alexander went back into the human containment unit and managed to sleep the entire moonlit hours. He didn't wake up halfway through and he was happy with that high-res hallucination when he awoke the next day. He didn't have classes that morning so there was no reason for the need to get out of bed. He kicked off his pants because he was feeling hot and sighed before standing up and putting on his see-sharpeners. He walked over to the counter and made himself some bean soup tiredly. He had taken his phone with him and decided to scan through it. He would rub his peepers and just his see-sharpeners when needed as he waited for his bean soup. He moved himself to the counter and sat on it swinging his legs back and forth like a ankle-biter, letting his head lean against the cabinets. The sun had been shining through the shades, it was a much prettier day than yesterday.
Faybian had unbuttoned his shirt a bit and let his tie loose around his neck so he'd be more comfortable sleeping but other than that he found it too much effort to change. In the morning, Faybian awoke to the smell of deep rich bean soup being brewed. He groggily sat up and ran hand a hand through his dishevelled hair. He stood from the couch and strode into the kitchen while buttoning his shirt to look somewhat decent.
"So you do know how to do something in the kitchen." He chuckled and glanced over at the bean soup then at Alexander for a moment. He was phazed by the boys appearance but more by the fact that he had managed to get up at all. He looked away and silently started breakfast, taking the chance to enjoy the silent and warmer morning
Alexander looked over to voice but soon looked back out the see-through wall. His face was slightly red, partly because he was sitting in his underwear with an oversized t-shirt and partly because Faybian had his shirt open. He may be a logical person, but even so, he knew when he saw someone good-looking. "Very laffy taffy." He rolled his peepers and watched Faybian start to cook. "What's on the breakfast menu today, flavor wizard?" He rubbed his peepers, trying to get himself more awake and less tired, but nothing seemed to work. He needed his bean soup, and it felt like it was taking a decade to finish. He had his body slightly turned towards Faybian watching him closely.
"I find myself quite hillarious." Faybian said, completely serious as he rolled up his sleeves and pulled a stabby stick from the stabby stick block on the counter. He smiled faintly, his glowing as he assessed the sharpness of the blade by knocking himself slightly. He licked the human syrup off his finger and ran his finger and the stabby stick under a cold tap before begining to prepare breakfast. "French toast." He said, finding some pans and starting to set up a station to dip some bumberhooten flourknuckles he had started cutting into slabs
Alexander gave a soft and gentle laugh from the comment of him being laffy taffy. "Yeah, sure you are." he hopped off the counter and took the bean soup from the bean soup machine, and poured it into a mug. Alexander had one eyebrow raised. "What was the purpose of cutting yourself. Honestly, you bumfuzzle me all of the time." He took a sip of his bean soup. "That his the spot and french toast sounds noice. I think of the last time I had french toast. I actually don't think I've ever had french toast…" he shrugged and continued to drink his bean soup. "Would you like any?"
"does there need to be a purpose other than enjoyment?" Faybian retorted with an all too sweet of a smile. Faybian had decided last moonlit hours that if he was going to spend his first time back from heck on Earth with this human, the least he could do was try and enjoy himself a bit more. Getting agitated was a given when it came to humans but if Faybian could remind himself why he enjoyed the living world as a demon, then he guessed he could have some more control over his temper.
"Oddly enough that doesn't surprise me." Faybian muttered waving a hand in the air to manifest a cup of elixir of tranquility and shook his head as he used his other hand to start dipping the bumberhooten flourknuckles into the bread moisturizer cow juice, sugared flour, then back in the buttermilk.
Alexander looked up with a bumfuzzled look staining his face. "You cut yourself…for fun?" He sighed. "I'll never understand demons. I would chalk it up to you're probably suicidal or you have a kink for pain, but your demon so you can't be suicidal. Wait…" He looked up to Faybian. "No, you wouldn't." Alexander went to the pantry and tried to find a snack to eat while Faybian was cooking. He found something he wanted, but it was on the third shelf. He stood on his tippy toes, trying to reach it but he couldn't seem to get the naughty biscottis down. "Why did you have to put all of my favorite snacks on the top shelf." He groaned still trying to reach for it.
"I wouldn't what dear?" Faybian purred, watching Alexander with a knowing grin. "You'd be surprised what we find fun in heck, after all, we have very few forms of entertainment that haven't been experienced in our past life." He shrugged and went back to attending to the French toast frying away in the pan. He glanced over his shoulder, a laugh escaping the demon as he amusedly watched Alexanfer struggle. "Again, entertainment value." He replies sweetly, striding over and nudging Alexander aside to grab to naughty biscottis. "Just how hungry are you that you crave these at such an early time of day?" He questioned, setting the naughty biscottis on the counter and quickly flipping over the French toast
Alexander choked when he started chewing the naughty biscotti. He took an aggressive swallow before staring at Faybian. "So you aren't into that." Alexander shivered. "I guess demons have their own fun down in heck just like humans. It's only natural…I guess." Alexander's ears were red from embarrassment. His face seemed to have a slight redness to it as well. He leaned his elbows on the counter, using his palm as a resting place for his cheek. Alexander was watching Faybian cook once more while eating the second bit of his naughty biscotti. "Considering all I've been eating before you got here was ramen, yeah I'm definitely more hungry than you would imagine. And…I just like naughty biscottis…" He trailed off.
Faybian merely held his smug grin as he set the French toast on two plates. "Sure. Natural. So is this your way of finally admitting demons are real?" He asked, maneuvering around Alexander and setting the plates down on the table before going back to find syrup and fresh berries. He glanced over at the young man ant tiled his head curiously at the tinge of red across Alexander's features. Faybian huffed a small laugh. He took away the naughty biscottis and guided Alexander to the table by the shoulders. "Then this should satiate your hunger." He smiled sweetly and gestured towards the chair.
"No way, I am still not admitting that demons are real. Okay, I like to stick to the facts. Unless there is some scientific way to get heck beside consperisy theories and you. I'm not going to believe it." Alexander shifted his peepers to Faybian's hand to the chair then back to his hand. He sat down before anything else came out of his mouth. "I just mean anyone has sexual desires and how they choose to release them is up to them. Demons must have that too, yes? I mean the only thing that makes demons special is that you're dead and or have supernatural abilities without those you're just like me and the general public." He looked down to the french, using his stabby stick and mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) trident to cut a piece of the corner. He was hesitant before Alexander closed his mouth around the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) trident. He paused for a moment and look bumfuzzled and then happy. "I've been missing out on some foods huh…"
"so what you're telling me is that a literal Denon in your home isn't proof enough that heck and it's residents don't exist?" Faybian shook his head "If only Luce we're here. This whole place would turned upside down. Most likely for the better." He muttered with a small grin as he a his breakfast, peepers glittering maniacly as he looked up Akexander. He rested his chin on his free hand. "Yes, it is true some, if not most demons do have a heightened desire." He shrugged "it's enjoyable but I've never really been fond of it. Even saying it out loud makes me uncomfortable." Faybian cringed internally and leaned back in seat. "If you were hoping for some action, you've chosen the right demon." He added, taking more bites of the French toast. "Not special other than supernatural abilities and we've died." He repeated incredulously "it truly does take a lot to impress you humans, doesn't it?"
"Yes, I am a very hard person to convince without you using data." Alexander started to drink his water but choked as the demon mentioned doing anything sexual related with him. He eventually swallowed a coughed a bit to get his throat feeling better. "Do I look like the type of person who wants to do that? Trust me I'm not looking to get in your pants. I was going to tell you about this since it's only right. I mean what kind of scientist would I be if I didn't tell you, something regarding you. You think it's stoopid, but it's just something I took notice of. " Alexander looked up after swallowing another piece of french toast. "This isn't anything sexual so you won't be feeling uncomfortable…I think." He shrugged. "Do you remember when we were in the beagle shop and I touched your hands? Well, the only reason I did that was that you didn't like touching the cashier's hand, so I just thought it was every human. But when I touched your hands you didn't react at all. So, tell me about that…." He leaned forward eating another piece of French toast. "Man this is good…"
Faybian regarded the boy in front of him with a slight smirk. "No. No you don't." He shrugged and toyed with the last remaining bits of his breakfast on the plate. "Considering you've been doing all these so called experiments with my human syrup, im surprised to recieve this kind of consideration from you, Alexander." He mused, falling silent as Alexander recounted their interaction at the cafe. He clenched his mouthstones. His gaze flickered around the human containment unit and his fingers tapped against the table. "I'm not entiry sure if I'm being honest. All I know is that I didn't like it when the cashier touched me. With you I didn't feel the same way. Maybe it's because we have a contracted." He finally replied, finishing off his breakfast. "Why ask now? Are you going to make this into another one of your experiments?"
Alexander couldn't help but smile as he stood up from his chair. He had finished his french toast bringing the plate to the sink. "Why not ask now? Should I have asked a month from now so you would be even more bumfuzzled by what I meant? It was already an experiment. Nothing more." He turned on the fruit making sure it was warm before he started scrubbing his dish. "I honestly thought you would be appalled by me touching, but according to you, it feels different. So tell me what did that "different" feel like. I'll do the dishes today, put yours in once you've finished." Alexander moved the hair out of his face so he could wash them properly. However, only ended up getting water mixed with soap on the side of his face.
